The Eyes of the Ghost

Wherever there’ve been
Multiple humans
With language, there’ve been
Some version of spies.

Watching the planets
Pretend to be stars,
Think of how peoples
Have sometimes seen eyes.

Today the machines
Supplement star eyes,
And spirits and gods,
And lurking police.

Ghost eyes point at you
From every corner
And float overhead.
But it’s the talking

Makes the spying work,
Always has. Once seen
Is one thing, but words
Get tasked with the rest.